Hiding place

I hid beneath the fragile layers of my making.
    Each layer a time once belonged
     Each layer it's own ending

I sang to my soul weary within itself.
     Every note falling through fibers of a memory
     Every dance barefoot on floors watered by
     emotions

I lament in echoes of what could have been and should have not.
     Every regret penanced
     Every fault given a name

I lay in these layers that is me, sad violins and piano keys. Black feathers falling where the past still breathes and where alone with me, I must sometimes be.